On the Waterfront - Lake Baikal
October 3rd 2007 Exhausted, tired, knackered we disembarked. The friendships forged were replaced by utter miserable tiredness and we didn't want to even look at one another, Russia, a pot noodle or anything except a pillow.
'Velcom to Irkutsk' beamed Anatoli, our pudding-bowl haircutted cheerful honcho.
'Blah' 'grrr' 'whatever' and 'helllo' greeted him (the latter from the ever cheerful Aussie).
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